"AHH!!"
A scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed.
The one-eyed bandit chief had his side blown open by Wu Dao. Blood gushed like a spring as he collapsed on the bridge, howling in agony.
THUD!
The ground shook violently.
Wu Dao's magnificent physique tore through the air, covering dozens of meters in what seemed like a single step to appear before the endlessly screaming bandit chief.
An oppressive aura, like that of a Fierce Beast from the Wilderness—abyssal and inescapable—instantly silenced the chief's screams. He endured the pain, a fate worse than death, and fell to his knees, kowtowing and begging for his life.
"Great Hero, spare me! I'll give you my entire fortune! Please, let me go..."
The one-eyed bandit chief kowtowed frantically in Wu Dao's shadow, not daring to even lift his head to look.
'If I kill you, won't your money be mine anyway?'
